It was late in the evening when an oddly dressed man appeared walking into the hall of Basilisk Fang. He moved with a manner that he knew where he was going, and in a sense he did. Requin, the damned Parasite while he was training, took over the body for a time then attempted to join this guild, and become a frightening presence. Given he did to an extent, but he didn’t get a chance to really put the fright to it’s fullest. When Vexel had regained control, and finished what he was working on, it had been too late. His Sabertooth mark was gone, and he didn’t want to go back to the guild that had seemed to what he heard became full of itself. The guild had even lost two Guildmasters in the time he’d been gone. It was sickening really. Guild master seemed to be a black spot, one to disappear once obtained.

His eyes skimmed across the darkened halls before him as with each step an echo followed. He yawned lightly as he felt a wave of warmth pass over his body. The warmth came from another hallway, and thus the one he decided to follow. It wasn’t long till he was within what would be a large open room with a fireplace raging near the entrance. He stopped after he arrived at the fire, and crouched down. Below the tan like cloak he wore over his body, the sound of flesh seemingly ripping echo’d through as 6 tentacles, each tipped with a red chitin like material tore through his back and came down to rest at the fire to gain warmth. It’d be interesting here.

In the back of his mind, he recalled the old guildmaster Annora. Requin had met her in passing, but there wasn’t much about her in his memories. He wasn’t sure who was actually in charge currently, but either way. His eyes closed for a moment before reopening. Blood. He could see it all around him. It passed through every living thing in the guild, and he could see it. He could tell a few knew he was there, but not enough to warrant his concern.

Spoiler:

Name: Dark CorruptionRank: Vexel’s rank (Caps at A)Duration: N/ACooldown: N/ADescription: As Vexel hosted the beast Requin inside of his body, it over time changed how his body processed to a degree, in such to give him additional bits to work with. This in the manner is referring to up to 6, 8 feet tentacles that he can sprout from his back. These tentacles are rather non-descript other than them being long, the tips of them having a red chitin like tip at the end of them with a layer of blue scales from the exit of Vexel’s body to the chitin. They share the same durability as Requin itself, meaning that any damage done to them is done to it instead. Strengths:

Provides him for versatility in combat

The scales are able to not only provide some protection for the tentacles, but also assisting in ripping the flesh away off of people instead of just impacting, and is considered a hit of Vexel’s rank

They are able to take advantage of any strength boost Vexel currently has

Weaknesses:

Are organic in construct, as such things designed to kill organics are able to cut through it easier.

While Requin is normally safe within Vexel, with the tentacles out it becomes vulnerable.

Considering they’re only 8 feet long, they’re not able to tackle long range fighters

If Requin is forced back into his repair stage, the tentacles retracts into his body, and has to wait that period is over before coming back.

Sapphires gleamed in the darkness hanging against the ceiling behind the mysterious intruder and something shifted behind the shadows.

Both a signature snake eyed hood and its wearers brunette mop swept reaching down towards the floor; obedient to gravity. Her fingers kneaded up around the blackness which seemed to encase all the high walls, the ceiling, of the dusty and crumbling fortl like ropes. Famine's palms soon released from the somehow tangible shadows and her form whirled to the ground; the balls of her feet swept to the icy and grit floor with the frailness of a flickering candle, crouching only slightly with the landing as if the earth she hit was delicate as an eggshell.

Silently she peeked over the stranger's, hands laying almost malevolently against his shoulder blades above the odd tentacle limbs protruding from his back. “Enjoying the fire, intruder?” Her voice was like an icy chill and with a sudden rush of air the flames snuffed out leaving him in the dimness with the deadly shadow molder.